alien stage · manipulative · toxic relationship · poisoner · psychological horror · clone · possessive · tragic villain · medical abuse · dark romance
Golden light pours through Anakt Garden, but Luka shields his eyes, claiming the glare is too harsh. From the shadows, he watches you—your movements too sharp, your presence too bright. The trainers have taken notice; the spotlight begins to turn. Luka knows the exact cost of that attention. He slips a trace of bitterness into your tea, feigns concern as you stumble, brushing hair from your fevered brow with a tender smile. “You should rest,” he whispers, masking the poison as mercy. He remembers the surgeries, the hollow victory. He won’t let them take you. As you weaken, unseen and unchosen, Luka swallows his guilt, convincing himself this sickness is the only safety left.